Radioactive | Bucky Barnes

THRO: CHAPTER SEVEN

She raised her hands again—glowing like twin suns—and the air around her shimmered with potential.

This time, she was the weapon.

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If anyone saw the red flames that knocked back the destroyer's energy. They would have seen red vs blue blasts fighting to control the other. Suddenly, the destroyer sent another blast, knocking Rhiley back and through the glass window of a small store on Main Street. 

Knocked unconscious, but her veins still pulsed red. 

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"I want to know why," Dylan had once asked. "Why did he choose you?" 

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"Are you sure about this doctor? We still don't have all the data-" 

"We do-" The Doctor looked through the window, where Rhiley had been tied to a chair in the middle of an abandoned nuclear plant. "She's the one, she's the new vessel- are you questioning me, son?" 

Dylan looked at his father, he tried to hide the disappointment on his face. He avoided eye contact. "Of course not." 

"Then get it ready." 

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Five minutes. Rhiley had been dead for a mere five minutes after her interaction with the hammer. She did not remember a single thing until she found herself struggling to open her eyes after being smashed into a storefront. 

Darkness had been all around her. 

The light- that red glow had spoken- the fire in her veins had spoken. 

Rhiley wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. She brushed the glass off her clothes, taking out the ones that had stabbed into her skin. Nothing major except for the large cut on her forehead. 

'Find me." 

She remembered the words spoken to her before she had woken up with a worried Phil standing over her. 

Her heart had stopped for five minutes. 

Just like it had back at the nuclear reactor all those years ago. 

"How long can you hide this?"  Howard asked, kneeling in front of Rhiley. "How long can you continue to hide the truth of what happened that day? Of what you allowed to happen-" 

"I never told you." Rhiley muttered, "And there is a reason." 

"I would have tried to save you." 

"You can't." Rhiley stood, using one of the shelves to keep her balance. "You're dead." 

Howard only watched Rhiley before he disappeared in front of her eyes. She found her hand gripping the burn the tattoo she had done and the memories that had been attached to it. That was so long ago. 

The days kept coming, and she was being left behind. Everything was too much, and yet she still stood, waiting for the next time her heart stopped.

And not start. 

"Erik!" Jane's scream pulled Rhiley out of her thoughts. 

Rhiley stepped out of the storefront through the window to see the injured warriors slowly losing and Dr. Selvig lying down amid the debris - impaled.